Imagine a zombie apocalypse, only the zombies are invisible and inaudible. (!)
I was reading a book by the living room window a little while ago, looking out at a beautiful, sunny Spring day in the Evergreen State. It looks so inviting, and of course, we have been encouraged to go for walks so we don't have a completely sedentary quarantine. But every time we step out the door, especially if we think we'll meet people, we face the spectre of death.
Sounds a little melodramatic, I guess. But I took a phone call from a patient yesterday (telemedicine was most of my job this week until I got sick myself) and she is frantic with worry, and she sounded on the verge of tears the entire call. I'm gratified that our Behavioral Health department is also doing telemedicine for our patients. I hope that sooths some fears.
I'm going to try to think about the good things, like arias arising from the balconies of Italy, musicians posting impromptu concerts from home, Patrick Stewart offering a daily Shakespeare sonnet, etc.
